Remember, Jesus turned water into wine because he loves us.
I knew it! She's a drunk! God, it couldn't be anything interesting, right?
Though she'd been well on her way to graduating from being a party drinker to a full-fledged alcoholic, everything changed in a bad judgment-instigated instant. The vivid image and sensory memories of striking someone's child at dusk so many years ago superseded any draw that alcohol had on her.
I am starting to think Skydiving Angel Nurse Daddy is a bit of a voyeur. He's spent like half the book so far standing a bit apart, watching Sarah play with his kids. Which is fine, I guess. He's just always having such a creepy internal monologue while doing it. While watching her and the kids play in the sprinkler (in October. In Illinois):
Bryce laughed again. In the shared moment of exhilaration Braden spontaneously hugged his brother. Something that also rarely happened. Like a button on his iPod, it paused him. As did the scene before his eyes.
It reached in, like soul balm, and touched a part of his heart that hadn't been beating since the day Donna's stopped.
Slowly, he felt that part revive. The part that clung to companionship and had hurled headlong into marriage and fatherhood, with hopes of giving his children this kind of joy.
Only it hadn't happened that way. Loss had vacuumed it from his life. It was all he could do to get through each day and try to force happiness into their home for his boys' sake.
Soldier "Intentional Hero" Daddy is kind of a pussy, y'all. And on page 89 he tells his nanny she's "good with kids." Is everyone in this book a mental midget? And I know I don't think of writing as a form of worship, as this author does, but I do think of it as something that calls for adjectives and adverbs to be used correctly, and not interchangeably, and for verb tenses to be consistent. These aren't typos, its grammatical ignorance, for the love of God. Maybe someone could hot-glue a Strunk & White to her Bible before she writes the next one, because Jesus hates danging modifiers and so do I.
Though she'd been well on her way to graduating from being a party drinker to a full-fledged alcoholic, everything changed in a bad judgment-instigated instant. The vivid image and sensory memories of striking someone's child at dusk so many years ago superseded any draw that alcohol had on her.
I am starting to think Skydiving Angel Nurse Daddy is a bit of a voyeur. He's spent like half the book so far standing a bit apart, watching Sarah play with his kids. Which is fine, I guess. He's just always having such a creepy internal monologue while doing it. While watching her and the kids play in the sprinkler (in October. In Illinois):
Bryce laughed again. In the shared moment of exhilaration Braden spontaneously hugged his brother. Something that also rarely happened. Like a button on his iPod, it paused him. As did the scene before his eyes.
It reached in, like soul balm, and touched a part of his heart that hadn't been beating since the day Donna's stopped.
Slowly, he felt that part revive. The part that clung to companionship and had hurled headlong into marriage and fatherhood, with hopes of giving his children this kind of joy.
Only it hadn't happened that way. Loss had vacuumed it from his life. It was all he could do to get through each day and try to force happiness into their home for his boys' sake.
Soldier "Intentional Hero" Daddy is kind of a pussy, y'all. And on page 89 he tells his nanny she's "good with kids." Is everyone in this book a mental midget? And I know I don't think of writing as a form of worship, as this author does, but I do think of it as something that calls for adjectives and adverbs to be used correctly, and not interchangeably, and for verb tenses to be consistent. These aren't typos, its grammatical ignorance, for the love of God. Maybe someone could hot-glue a Strunk & White to her Bible before she writes the next one, because Jesus hates danging modifiers and so do I.